‘I’m coming to that. You first.’
‘I tried to check Even Juul’s alibis for the time
his wife went missing. He claimed he was walking
round the city centre, popped into the
Kaffebrenneri in Ullevålsveien, but he didn’t meet
anyone there who could corroborate his story. The
staff working in the Kaffebrenneri say they’re too
busy to be able to prove or disprove anything.’
‘The Kaffebrenneri is right across the street from
Schrøder’s,’ Harry said.
‘So?’
‘I’m just stating a fact. What did Weber say?’
‘They haven’t found anything. Weber said that if
Signe Juul had been taken to the fortress in the car
the night-watchman saw, they would have found
something on her clothes, fibres from the back seat,
soil or oil from the boot, something.’
‘He’d spread out bin liners in the car,’ Harry
said.
‘That’s what Weber said too.’
‘Did you check the dry hay they found on her
coat?’
‘Yep. It could be from Mosken’s stable. Plus a
million other places.’
‘Hay. Not straw.’
‘There’s nothing special about the hay, Harry, it’s
just . . . hay.’
‘Damn.’ Harry looked around him grumpily.
‘What about Vienna?’
‘More hay. Do you know anything about coffee,
Halvorsen?’
‘Eh?’
‘Ellen used to make decent coffee. She bought it
in some shop here in Grønland. Maybe . . .’
‘No!’ Halvorsen said. ‘I’m not making you
coffee.’
‘Promise me you’ll try,’ Harry said, getting up
again. ‘I’ll be out for a couple of hours.’
‘Was that all you had to say about Vienna? Hay?
Not even a straw in the wind?’
Harry shook his head. ‘Sorry. That was a dead
end too.You’ll get used to it.’
Something had happened. Harry walked up along
Grønlandsleiret as he tried to put his finger on
what it was. There was something about the people
in the streets, something had happened to them
while he was in Vienna. He was a long way up
Karl Johans gate before he realised what it was.
Summer had arrived. For the first time in years
Harry was aware of the smell of tarmac, of the
people passing him, of the flower shop in Grensen.
As he walked through the Palace Gardens the smell
of freshly mown grass was so intense that he had to
smile. A man and a woman wearing Palace
overalls stood looking up at the top of a tree,
discussing and shaking their heads. The woman
had unbuttoned the top of her overall and tied it
around her waist. Harry noticed that when she
looked up at the tree and pointed, her colleague
was stealing furtive glances at her tight T-shirt
instead.
In Hedgehaugsveien the hip and the not quite so
hip fashion boutiques were going through their
final paces to dress people up for the
Independence Day celebrations. The kiosks were
selling ribbons and flags, and in the distance he
could hear the echo of a band putting its final
touches to the traditional marching tune. Showers
were forecast, but it would be warm.
Harry was sweating when he rang the doorbell at
Sindre Fauke’s.
Fauke was not particularly looking forward to the
national holiday.
‘Too much fuss. And too many flags. No wonder
Hitler felt close to the Norwegians. Norwegians
are hugely nationalistic. We just dare not admit it.’
He poured the coffee.
‘Gudbrand Johansen ended up at the military
hospital in Vienna,’ Harry said. ‘The night before
he was supposed to leave for Norway he killed a
doctor. Since then no one has seen him.’
‘Well, I never,’ Fauke said, loudly slurping the
scalding hot coffee. ‘I knew there was something
wrong with that boy.’
‘What can you tell me about Even Juul?’
‘A lot. If I have to.’
‘Well, you have to.’
Fauke raised a bushy eyebrow.
‘Are you sure you’re not barking up the wrong
tree now, Hole?’
‘I’m not sure of anything at all.’
Fauke blew at his coffee thoughtfully.
‘OK. If it’s absolutely necessary. Juul and I had a
relationship which was like Gudbrand Johansen
and Daniel Gudeson’s in many ways. I was a
surrogate father for Even. It probably has
something to do with the fact that he had no
parents.’
Harry’s coffee cup stopped in mid-air on the way
to his mouth.
‘Not many people knew that because Even used
to make things up as he went along. His invented
childhood consisted of more people, details,
places and dates than most people would